Hard times for yours truly lately. As usual, no birthday cheer for the big SEVEN month milestone, back on the 6th. Thanks Mom and Dad, the only ones who remembered. But there were far harder times to come! I managed to get a fever of 104 only mere hours ago. It was just a run of the mill virus, but of course the papers had a field day. "Wild baby enters rehab after all night session at the boob," "Child star battling milk addiction finally caves in to family intervention," "Brief hospital stay does little to deter out-of-control infant," "Furious tot goes on ER rampage after botched catheter attempt." And it goes on and on. Those tricky doctors were trying to provoke me to pee on command. Hmph, I know better- I already have two prior convictions of public urination and four counts of nudity with intent of feces. Nurse Wratchet was a crafty one though, and managed to juice it out of me in the end. That slag. I will get my revenge in the end. Let me leave you on a more positive note with this lovely picture of me during happier times.
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